In Memoriam

The Ends of Things

Greetings!

There are just a couple more days of school for us, and this time I really may not make it. It’s been a real slog since Christmas with constant sicknesses, colds, and never-ending coughs. This was the worst year academically for numerous kids, for various reasons. There were college visits. SAT prep. Angst. And next week, our first high school graduation.

But last week: a tragic infant death in a friend’s family.

Life is so fraught; it’s honestly a miracle we bother at all!

My mother was a French teacher before she had kids, and to this day her hobby is translating French poetry. She used to always recite one of her favorites, a simple one by Victor Hugo, until we memorized it. I only remember it in English.